Night Music (VOY, C/P, NC-17) by Derora (derora@erols.com) February 1998 A little PWP in response to this challenge posted by Chris on the CPSG: "The other night I was looking through a new Aussie men's magazine that my SO brought home - 'Australian Men's Health'... Can't afford a stereo for your love pad?  A patent was recently filed for a 'force-sensitive sound-playing condom'.  Yep, a prophylactic that whistles while you work.  During intercourse, a sound unit is supposed to sense movement and reward your efforts with a melody." To which Chris added:  "Okay, I hereby challenge anybody to use this gizmo (with the song of your choice) in a C/P story. Any takers?" Below is my response: Warning: This story is a brief interlude in the romantic and sexual lives of Tom Paris and Chakotay.  If the notion of consenting male adults being in love and having sex disturbs you, or if you are underage, then just be on your way.  And if it doesn't disturb you, please read on. Disclaimer:  Paramount is God.  Bend over, grab your ankles, and worship loudly.  (Seriously, no infringement of copyright is intended.) Do not re-post or use this piece of original fiction on your personal FTP or web site without my permission. Thanks to Stef for the ever-vigilant beta reading. "Night Music" by Betsy Commander Chakotay was finishing up a quiet lunch in the mess hall when he saw Tom Paris approaching his table.  He looked up at him with a warm smile, but was puzzled by the serious expression on his face. "Tom?" "Commander, I would like to speak with you this evening. Would you be free to meet with me at 1900 hours?" "Tom, what is going on?  We're always together by 1900 hours." Chakotay was truly baffled.  He and Tom had been lovers for almost eight months now, and they spent every evening together unless ship's business interfered.  Why was Tom asking to see him? "It's important that I speak with you tonight," Tom replied.  "I will be at your quarters at 1900."  With that, he turned and left the mess hall, unsuccessfully hiding the kind of smile that said, 'I know something you don't know.' *** By 1855 hours, Chakotay had worried himself into a state of near terror.  Had he done something wrong?  Was Tom going to break up with him? Was there someone else? Since he arrived in his quarters an hour ago, he had showered, lost his shoes, and changed his clothes three times.  How do you dress for something if you don't know what it is? Finally, but at the same time, all too soon, there was a brief buzz of the door signal and Tom entered.  He still had a serious look on his face as he approached Chakotay and stood in front of him. After several long moments of silence, the Commander could stand it no longer. "For Spirits' sake, love," he pleaded, reaching for Tom, "what is it?  What's wrong?  Tell me, please." Tom merely stared at him solemnly for a few moments longer, and then started to laugh helplessly.  "I'm sorry, Cha," he apologized, running his hand soothingly along his arm.  "I just wanted to make sure you would be here tonight, with no other commitments." Chakotay let out the breath that he felt like he'd been holding since lunch time.  "Heavens, I thought you were going to tell me we were through." The expression on Tom's face changed to one of sheer horror. He hurriedly gathered Chakotay in his arms and held him close, leaning his forehead against his lover's.  "Never," he said, his heart and soul in his voice.  "I will never leave you."  He leaned in to kiss Chakotay, trying to convey all the love in his heart and all the emotions he could not put into words.  "I'm so sorry to worry you," Tom apologized, nibbling and sucking on his lover's lips.  "I really just have a surprise for you and wanted to make sure that we would be alone.  Forgive me?" "Depends on what the surprise is," replied Chakotay with a forgiving grin. "It's a little something I picked up on our shore leave on Erelya." Tom's returning grin was just a little bit wicked.   "Oh yes?  There were some pretty, uh, interesting shops on Erelya." "Um hum," Tom answered. now torn between kissing Chakotay and trying to unbutton his shirt. "You need to be wearing far less clothing for this present to work."  His tongue stroked Chakotay's as his hands stroked the shirt off the commander's shoulders, then turned their attention to the clasp at his waist. Chakotay dimly realized that he was being walked backwards, but he was far too busy kissing the beautiful man in front of him to care.  He managed to slide Tom's t-shirt over his head without losing any significant contact with his lips, which pleased him greatly.  He clutched Tom's shoulders for balance, and felt with a start that his legs were pressed against the bed.   Tom held him steady, ravaging his mouth with his own and moving one hand to stroke Chakotay's nipple.  He teased it into a hard point, and tore his mouth away to run his tongue around the edge of his lover's ear.  "Would you like your present, now, Cha?" "Spirits, you mean this isn't my present?" he responded with a shaky laugh. "Not by a long shot, my love."  Tom tightened his arm around Chakotay's waist to anchor him as he went back to unfastening his pants.  He got them undone with fumbling fingers, and snagged a finger under the waistband of Chakotay's boxers to pull both garments off his hips at the same time.  Tom helped him take off his shoes, then pushed his pants off and out of the way.  He allowed Chakotay to unbutton the fly of his jeans and work them down, but not before reaching into the pocket and capturing something which he hid in the palm of his hand. When Tom's clothes were off, he loosened his arm and let Chakotay fall gently onto the bed.  He followed, kneeling and straddling his lover's hips. He raised his hands to stroke Chakotay, then paused just a moment to look at him. "Tom," Chakotay pleaded.  "I need you." "Shhh, I know."  Tom leaned close and whispered against Chakotay's lips.  "I'm here. I just wanted to look at you for a moment. My beautiful Cha."  He covered the commander's lips with his own, opening his mouth when he felt Chakotay's tongue seek entrance.  He sucked his tongue in, holding it captive as he fed on its sweetness.  He could not bear to stop kissing Chakotay, but managed to free one hand to move it slowly down his throat, then to the broad chest underneath him. Again he stimulated his nipples into hardness, accompanied by soft moans from Chakotay against his mouth.  Tom's hand drifted down between them to find a pliable navel, which he teased in passing, then moved on to relearn the contours of a lean hip and warm ass. Tom only tore his lips from the Commander's when he couldn't get the grip he wanted on Chakotay's cock.  He slid down the large, bronzed body he was leaning on, pausing here and there to kiss, nibble, or tongue a sensitive spot.  He settled down comfortably with his legs straddling one of Chakotay's thighs, his head resting on a broad chest, and one hand cradling a warm and taut cock.   Chakotay wasn't sure how much more of this torture he could take before both his body and mind exploded with pleasure. Tom was trailing his fingers up and down his shaft, but never rewarding him with a firm grip.  His tongue was swirling around a nipple, but never taking a firm bite or suck.  And his cock was rubbing along the outside of Chakotay's thigh, but never making contact with his own.  Tom seemed determined only to tease. Chakotay ran his hands frantically over Tom's head and back. He couldn't stand another minute of this torment.  "Please, please, please...Tom, *now*, love.  Fuck me now!" Tom pretended to consider this request carefully.  "Well, I suppose I could.  After all, you did ask so politely."  He slowly slid off Chakotay's thigh, stealing a kiss as he helped him turn over onto his stomach.   The Commander turned his head as far as he could to watch as Tom gently spread his thighs and knelt between them.  He saw Tom hold out a closed fist to him, and looked up at him quizzically.  "What?" "This is your present, Cha."  He opened his hand to show him a small, cellophane-wrapped item. He took it from Tom's hand, and turned it over, a puzzled expression on his face.  "A condom?  Why are you giving me a condom?" "This is not just a condom, my love.  It's a force-sensitive sound-playing prophylactic." "A what?" Tom laughed delightedly at the look on Chakotay's face and the success of his present.  "It's a musical condom.  You put it on, and when you get enough impact going, it plays music. The guy who sold it to me said that on Erelya, they use different types of condoms to enhance lovemaking." "What kind of music does it play?" asked Chakotay. "Well, you'll see soon enough.  I chose one especially for you, but the guy who sold it to me had lots of different tunes available.  Want to put it on me?" Chakotay's wide grin answered for him, and he eagerly turned on his side and reached for Tom's ass to help him move closer. He tore open the condom with his teeth and with Tom's help, rolled it slowly and carefully onto his long, slender cock. Chakotay looked down at the condom, its pale pink tint making the organ it covered look even more engorged than it was. "Shall we see what it does?" he asked with a grin. "Let's," Tom replied, reaching for some tissues and a tube of lubricant on the night stand and gently pushing Chakotay back down at the same time.  He coated his fingers, and ran them over the condom first before spreading Chakotay's legs with his knees and reaching between the thighs before him. With one hand massaging his lover's cheeks, Tom carefully and lovingly began to prepare him, humming softly under his breath. "What are you humming back there?" Chakotay asked. "Nothing, just warming up for the main event." Chakotay's laugh quickly turned into a moan as Tom twisted the two fingers already inside him, and wiggled a third in to join them.  He pushed back forcefully against those maddening fingers, trying to take them in deeper.  "Tommm, now!" "All right, love.  I'll admit, I'm anxious to see what this does, myself."  He withdrew his fingers, and wiped off the excess lubricant on a tissue.  Helping Chakotay to his hands and knees, he spread his legs wide and moved in close.  He took his cock in one hand and holding Chakotay's hip with the other, pushed into him in one long, slow stroke. Both men groaned in pleasure at the familiar feeling.  "Heaven," Tom whispered, leaning down close to his ear.  "Pure heaven." "Yes, you are, love."   Tom stayed close as he began to move, but then knelt back in order to increase the force of his stroke.  And sure enough, as his cock pounded into Chakotay with harder and harder thrusts, they began to hear a series of tinny musical notes. "What is it playing?" gasped Chakotay. "You mean you can't tell?" Tom wheezed, almost breathless with trying to maintain enough speed and force to make the condom produce music. "Well, not yet," Chakotay laughed.  "Can you?" "I have an advantage -- I know what it is.  Maybe this will help..." And he began to sing along to the music. " Ooh, ooh, ooh, I feel my temperature rising.  Help me, I'm flaming, must be a hundred and nine." Chakotay chuckled, trying to identify what he was hearing while pushing back against Tom's thrusts.   "It's coming closer, the flames are reaching my body.." "They're certainly reaching mine," gasped Chakotay. "It's hard to breathe, and my chest is a-heaving..." "Gods, yes!"  Chakotay was jerking frantically against Tom's hard, fast pumping, groaning and giggling at the same time.  His arms gave up the struggle and he collapsed to his elbows. "Lord Almighty, I'm burning a hole where I lay..." "Yes, you are."  He was moaning continuously, interrupted only by his own laughter at Tom's singing.   When he felt Tom's hand reach from behind to grasp his aching cock, Chakotay's arms gave out and he fell to his stomach. Tom followed him down, still pounding his cock into him and squeezing Chakotay's hardness that was trapped against the bed.  Chakotay lost the rhythm of their coupling, dissolving into giggles as Tom launched into the finale of the song. "I'm just a hunk, a hunk of burning love, just a hunk, a hunk of burning love, yeah, just a hunk, a hunk of burning love..."  Tom broke off the song with a gasp as his climax ripped through him with shuddering force. He came into Chakotay in hot spurts, urging his lover to do the same with the pulling and squeezing motion of his hand. He was rewarded by the arching of the body underneath him and the rush of semen coating his hand. The two lovers lay heavily together, still joined and gasping for breath.  After a long moment, Chakotay thought he had calmed down sufficiently from his fit of giggles, so he ventured to ask, "What *was* that song?" "It was The King, baby.  Elvis Presley's 'Burning Love.'"   Chakotay couldn't have said whether it was the name of the song or Tom singing in his ear that set off the giggles again. "Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love, just a hunk, a hunk of burning love, just a hunk, a hunk of burning love, Burning love." "Tom, please." he gasped.  "you're killing me." "Thank you,  thank you very much. You've been a great audience."  Tom joined his in laughter, and slid off his back to lie close beside him. Chakotay rolled over to his side with a groan, and wrapped his arms around his young lover.  He reached down to caress Tom's spent cock, still covered by the pink condom. "Good choice of presents." "I bought two," Tom said with a wicked grin.  "They were having a sale." *** It was late when Captain Janeway returned to her cabin for the night.  The corridor was quiet; quiet enough that when she passed Commander Chakotay's quarters, she heard someone singing.  Slowing out of curiosity, she heard a deep voice, but had a little trouble making out the words.  Could it really have been "Put a chain around my neck and lead me anywhere"? One thing she could identify with certainty was the sound of a man giggling happily in response. End note:  No, I have no idea if or why condoms would be used in the 24th century, or how a planet in the Delta quadrant would know about Elvis.  But who cares?